A Land filled with milk and honey
That flows to a ‘gully’
Many toiled, many spoiled
For that milk and honey…
Today that ‘gully’s’ got hands,
It breeds greed and stagnates…
Cries for help
Cries to help
The journey’s been nothing but thorny…
Power is now defiant
In the hands of the ‘gully’
Nobody wants to obstruct
Those who do are destruct…
So we pray and hope and talk and preach….
To go back in time
To correct the errors
We will need more than a dime
The many who labored
Need to reset the line
The past toils being a waste…
as it seems
But we yearn for the best
A land filled with milk and honey
Flow beyond the ‘gully’…
Dodeye Ebri is a journalist and language enthusiast.
NOTE:Opinions expressed in this poem are strictly attributable to the author, Dodeye Ebri, and do not represent the opinion of CrossRiverWatch or any other organization the author works for/with.
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